I learned to live with my ribs slightly open
Just in case something needed a place to sleep
Sometimes it was grief,
Sometimes memory
Sometimes the quiet
I’ve been chasing all my life
I have let the dark crawl in
Just to see if it would remember my name
And I have learned to cradle it in my chest
like it is a child
I cannot save
Mar 17
Mar 17, 2026 at 9:49 AM UTC
I learned to live with my ribs slightly open
Just in case something needed a place to sleep
Sometimes it was grief,
Sometimes memory
Sometimes the quiet
I’ve been chasing all my life
I have let the dark crawl in
Just to see if it would remember my name
And I have learned to cradle it in my chest
like it is a child
I cannot save